HAPPY ADOPTION DAY BUFFY!!!!!!
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billn

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"jmcquown" wrote in message news
Two years ago today I drove to a house a few blocks away to meet what
was described as a very timid orange tabby cat named Buffy. I also met
her rambunctious housemate (I think he was a Burmese) named Frankie.
Their human had died a week before so they were both up for adoption. I
was told they really should be adopted separately. Not having any
experience with boy cats I decided I'd adopt the girl.

When I got there Buffy was hiding on a chair under the dining room
table. It wasn't a really good hiding spot because it was a glass
table. I see you!

The woman who had been caring for the cats told me Frankie bullied Buffy
terribly. This is why she wanted to re-home them separately. She had
to shut Frankie in the sunroom; he would *not* leave me alone when I was
trying to meet Buffy.

Long story short, we managed to entice Buffy into the carrier by putting
a bowl of wet food inside. I drove Buffy home and took her into my
bedroom. I showed her (through the mesh on the Sherpa carrier) where
the food and water bowls were and the litter box in the adjoining
tub/toilet area of the bathroom. Then I let her out of the carrier.
She immediately hid under the bed. That's okay, girl, you take your time.

I left her alone, occasionally walking into the room and talking softly
to her. That afternoon I looked under the bed. No cat. Where the heck
is she?! She'd sought the same haven as in her old home. She was on a
chair under the dining room table. Mine doesn't have a glass top,
though; I had to lift the table cloth to find her.

I said softly, "Hi, Buffy!" and tapped the floor with my fingers. She
jumped down and rubbed her face against my hand. I assured her there is
no mean bully cat here. This is your new home and you're the only cat.

In just a couple of days this "timid" cat turned into a very outgoing
orange lovebug. It didn't take her long to discover the cat toys on
the living room floor. Or the carpeted kitty cradle/barrel which I
couldn't bring myself to remove after Persia died in 2014. She claimed
them all and she claimed my heart.

When I followed up later with the woman who had been caring for the cats
she was astonished. "Buffy PLAYS?!" You bet! She ripped a little
rattle squirrel toy covered with rabbit fur [politically incorrect, I
know] to pieces! She also ripped the cover on a little
velveteen-covered jingle ball. That's why I wound up giving her golf
balls to play with instead. LOL

BTW, the woman told me Frankie found a good home as an "only cat" and
he's thrilled to be the top cat. I'm happy for him.

As far as I'm concerned, Buffy is the top cat here. Happy two year
adoption anniversary, my sweet little orange tabby girl!

Jill